Late at night, there was the sound of metal turning in the lock.
When his parents returned from work, they turned on the lights in the living room tiredly and sat on the sofa to rest. After a while, his mother came to the bedroom and took a look at Shen Ping, who was sleeping. Then, she returned to the living room and talked to his father.
"In three or four years, Ping'er will graduate. We can't give him a good job, but at the very least, we have to buy him a house. We still have more than three hundred thousand in savings at home. It's far from enough. Think of something."
His father sighed. "All industries are downsizing now. I'm almost 40 years old, and I'm already in the redundancy range. What can I think of?"
